magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

Untitled.

15 November 1999

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i don't like having to go back down to the beb after getting off work in the library at eleven. but some nights it's unavoidable. started assembling the copper part of my final vessel. left about one.

there was a guest lecturer in modern architecture today. she talked about, well all kinds of stuff really, but from the focus of megastructures. it was one of the most interesting lectures so far. it was really dense, and a lot of it kinda buzzed past me in my sleepy state. but she made all sorts of connections that the normal teachers almost never do.

wintersession schedules came out today. i got like my ninth choice or something. performance and installation. it's a sculpture class, but sounds like it's basically about set design for performance art. we'll see.

this afternoon (after lugging 45lbs of plaster from the metcalf store to the beb) i was doing material tests for my vessel. for the one that actually came out interestingly, i crushed up part of a pastel stick and mixed it in my plaster. i just poured it into a little box (which i was too lazy to find duct tape for) and held it closed until it set. so the walls are all kinda uneven, but that gives it character.

then i rubbed some of the larger flakes of pastel that had risen to the top onto the sides, and then as it was hardening, i rubbed the whole thing on my pantleg, so that some of the colour came off. it looks like a little moss-covered monolith. a nice piece of sculpture.

after dinner, i realized that i had left my backpack in the beb. and i couldn't go to work in the library empty handed, so i dug through my box of books that i've been meaning to read forever. (actually most of said books are at home, in other boxes.) decided on thomas pynchon's mason & dixon. read the first fifty or so pages tonight. not that i'll ever have time to read any more.

the library was really quiet for most of my shift. except for the last hour. it usually gets quieter as the night goes on. weird.

and, then as i said above, back to the studio.